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who_contestTitle: Never Give Up, Never Give In
Rating: I'm fairly certain that this qualifies as G, but there's a small chance it's PG...
Genre: Character study, introspective piece (again)
Word Count: 320
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, the Time Lord Victorious, Adelaide Brooke (mentioned, sort of)
Spoilers: The episode 'The Water of Mars'
Warnings: (Temporarily) insane character, mentioned suicide
Summary: A look inside the head of the Time Lord Victorious.
This is actually the second fic I wrote for this prompt, but the other one wasn't even 200 words, so obviously I couldn't post it. I will post it to my journal and everywhere else on the internet I post fanfiction (look on my profile). I did write this (and that first fic) at 10 last night, sitting in my bed trying to find a good angle for me to write at and not to let my hair drip everywhere. So, don't go looking for perfection in this fic, I'm sure it's full of mistakes. Of course, it is inside the mind of the Time Lord Victorious, so the mistakes probably add to the charm.
Also, you may recognize the title from TDotD. You're right I stole it. Sorry (not sorry at all).
and he feels free.
The past seem, already, like a dream, some other life he'd led that was of no consequence now. Now... now was power.
He can't even remember why he had imposed those silly rules upon himself. If his people were dead, so were the restrictions and limits and restraints. This was power, this was freedom, this was what life was supposed to be like in the first place. He is the Time Lord Victorious, and he has no obligation to bow to his people and their rules anymore.
And so what, if Adelaide Brooke should have died today? She lived, and isn't that good?
Who cares if most life-forms that had any kind of common sense ran away as soon as they met his eyes?
What did it really matter in the end if he was scared of himself, scared of the power, scared of this new side of him that he'd barely known existed.
(that was a lie, this side of himself had existed since the Time War, and maybe even before then, and he should know, considering the amount of time he spent trying not to succumb)
But it was too late, because he had succumbed, he had given into the Time Lord Victorious and let him take over, and he was sure that nothing could snap him out of his glorious haze of power, of control -
Oh.
Except for maybe the sound of a gunshot, a light in a window, and a brave, selfless woman who had the guts to do what he couldn't.
The Doctor walked down the street, back to his TARDIS. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him, and swore (on the lives of his friends) never to succumb him again.
(but he can never keep a promise, can he?)
Rating: I'm fairly certain that this qualifies as G, but there's a small chance it's PG...
Genre: Character study, introspective piece (again)
Word Count: 320
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, the Time Lord Victorious, Adelaide Brooke (mentioned, sort of)
Spoilers: The episode 'The Water of Mars'
Warnings: (Temporarily) insane character, mentioned suicide
Summary: A look inside the head of the Time Lord Victorious.
This is actually the second fic I wrote for this prompt, but the other one wasn't even 200 words, so obviously I couldn't post it. I will post it to my journal and everywhere else on the internet I post fanfiction (look on my profile). I did write this (and that first fic) at 10 last night, sitting in my bed trying to find a good angle for me to write at and not to let my hair drip everywhere. So, don't go looking for perfection in this fic, I'm sure it's full of mistakes. Of course, it is inside the mind of the Time Lord Victorious, so the mistakes probably add to the charm.
Also, you may recognize the title from TDotD. You're right I stole it. Sorry (not sorry at all).
He is the master of all Time and space, all of the universe, all of creation, even -
and he feels free.
The past seem, already, like a dream, some other life he'd led that was of no consequence now. Now... now was power.
He can't even remember why he had imposed those silly rules upon himself. If his people were dead, so were the restrictions and limits and restraints. This was power, this was freedom, this was what life was supposed to be like in the first place. He is the Time Lord Victorious, and he has no obligation to bow to his people and their rules anymore.
And so what, if Adelaide Brooke should have died today? She lived, and isn't that good?
Who cares if most life-forms that had any kind of common sense ran away as soon as they met his eyes?
What did it really matter in the end if he was scared of himself, scared of the power, scared of this new side of him that he'd barely known existed.
(that was a lie, this side of himself had existed since the Time War, and maybe even before then, and he should know, considering the amount of time he spent trying not to succumb)
But it was too late, because he had succumbed, he had given into the Time Lord Victorious and let him take over, and he was sure that nothing could snap him out of his glorious haze of power, of control -
Oh.
Except for maybe the sound of a gunshot, a light in a window, and a brave, selfless woman who had the guts to do what he couldn't.
The Doctor walked down the street, back to his TARDIS. He stepped inside and locked the door behind him, and swore (on the lives of his friends) never to succumb him again.
(but he can never keep a promise, can he?)
